Euphrosene Labon

New Year’s Day/Jan 2: A groggy start to the new year thanks to a sleep-inducing antihistamine and staying up to watch the fireworks.

Unfortunately, the dermatitis returned, which I am now reasonably sure is down to eating cheese and dairy products (again).

I had every intention of glooping up and staying in… but, instead, went to wish Ma. Today (2nd), I very definitely am staying in, makeup free and filled with antihistamine as the reaction is a little more severe. Horrible itchy eyes. Definitely an under the blanket kind of day so I am forcing myself to remain in my jimjams and dressing gown to prompt me to relax fully. Says she while collating cuttings in prep to add images, and doing a list of 100 things to do to promote my art. And finishing the recession tips. More of which later.

One of the NandDs was concerned because Ma had fallen and banged her head and sounded discouraged. It is probably landmark dates that make her restless, although that is what she said of me, as I checked the cupboards for her missing undergarments.

She seemed fine enough apart from banging on about going home for the baby. And telling me my (hair) layers made me look ‘witchy’. The day before that she had told me I was getting darker. (Actually the melasma is slowly improving.)

Yesterday, when she said she would be dead by the time she got back home, I said at least as a ghost she could stay at BC as long as she liked. That made her laugh. Yet, despite these earthier moments, I sometimes feel that dementia is settling in. Certainly there are signs of a different kind of mental confusion.

Meanwhile, the rest of the world continues to make personal harmony impossible. Well not if you care enough, that is.

PS Had a late lunch and watched part of The Nutcracker (1993) … and a glorious ballet dancer called Wendy Whelan as Coffee. What a mesmerising dancer!

PPS Exhaustion is setting in. Off for some shuteye.

PPPS: Spiritual exploration is a must, and I admire anyone who makes the time for the quest. However, that rather fake, to me, Anglican priest, Peter Owen Jones, seems, to me, to serve no-one well; neither his God, his congregation, nor those whose faiths he picks at in the name of TV celebdom. Why precisely is an Anglican vicar teaching viewers about other faiths? Is his own not good enough?

Spiritual communion has just become another kind of telly entertainment, which is rather sad. Even Songs of Praise is like reality TV. Have we so little time for God?

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Tuesday 30/ Wednesday 31: Well I didn’t get attacked by other-dimensionals although my imagination did need a lot of dampening. However, when I went to bed last night, I noticed a large bite-like rash on the back of my left shoulder. (Cue Twilight Zone music!)

Talking of health, I’ve been meaning to write to West Sussex Primary Care Trust re the underwhelming service I got from that doctor at Angmering Medical Centre. Now I see we will be able to rate them on the NHS website.

Or maybe not. So that letter will still be sent.

It is strange to go to see a doctor after years of staying away, who then fails to check you at all, let alone ask relevant questions, makes a couple of dumb remarks, then sends me for a blood test (which I have to chase up) and that’s her ‘expert’ response. I have rarely seen such a disinterested human being, let alone a medical practitioner!

I have been dreaming a lot about the little munchkins, especially the little girls. P and J needed a lot of hugs in my dreams last night, particularly P. Hope all is well with them.

PS It never fails to bemuse me how, some moments, I can look like Methuselah’s mother and the next, as if I was a fresh-faced teenager. Now that the dermatitis is healing well, this strange little phenomenon is returning. For the latter, of course, I am deeply thankful.

PPS All the best to all my readers for the coming year. May it bring you peace and prosperity and the manifestation of your good dreams.

For me, I hope some of you will be bold enough to comment here and make your voice heard.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Monday 29: It’s a bad move to watch anything even vaguely disturbing before sleep. To watch something about demonic possession is usually a sign to sleep with the lights on!

Seriously though, after the STM events in the late 80s, it is not something I could dismiss. No, I was not possessed - although who knows? I certainly felt a powerful emotion for someone deeply worthless, which was driving me beyond logic - and, even worse, I was aware of that paradox. As if I knew these were scenes I had to play out.

But there was black magic, and signs that others noticed too (admittedly, those with an interest)… mostly things I do not wish to recall. That said, my spiritual beliefs do tend towards being open to receive or transmit, and that we are all part of the same Great Everything, so at any time we can pick up anything untoward if our personal frequency is low enough.

And here’s another paradox: at the time of STM, I was turning back to God big time. I had been making lots of money but there was a hole in my life… Another time. It’s a big story.

As for possession and hearing voices: my current thinking continues that they are aspects of ourselves that we should love and nourish - and then they will ‘disappear’. More like, become part of ourselves, but a lesser, distant cellular vibration. Those who ‘flip’ substantially are probably under extreme emotional trauma and tend to separate these aspects of themselves.

Bath and bed, methinks.

PS It’s a funny old world when we have disabled people yearning to get jobs, with many overcoming odds to do their bit, as well as the super marvellous paralympians. Then there are those on benefits, who make their health an excuse to stop and sponge instead of an obstacle to overcome and to discover their real inner worth. Odd, isn’t it?

Meanwhile: Not content with the shortage of bees earlier this year, scientists are now experimenting with cocaine on others. Apparently, they want to see if it will help addiction in humans. Since when was a human idiot like a bee? I feel very angry about mindless sentient testing. If they need lab rats, use those on benefits. At least it would give them an opportunity to redress the balance.

PPS While I abhor Israel’s over-forceful retaliation, how come no-one ever protests about the Palestinians with their endless guerrilla and suicide bombings? From everything I have read, the Arabs do not seem to want peace, which makes supporting them questionable. If support was withdrawn, maybe they would seek peaceful means instead of constantly baiting the Israelis - when they are not blowing them up.

Like I said, I do not condone any bombing and certainly not blanket bombing. Besides, retaliation does not work. One can hardly kill off everyone who causes us pain or discomfort. (Tempting. … Just kidding, folks!)

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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demonic possession, black magic, God, hearing voices, cellular vibration, extreme emotional trauma, paralympians, Israel, Palestinians